Be the grett myght of thi godhede,
Turne these flyntes, anon lett se,
ffrom arde stonys to tendyr brede.
More bettyr it is, as I telle the,
Wysely to werke aftyr my reed,
And shewe thi myght of grett majesté,
Than thorw grett hungyr ffor to be dede.
These stonys now bred thou make,
Goddys Sone if that thou be,
Make these stonys bred, lett se,